and so a little of myself - my little self in fact - that is to say shorter and younger.
Yes, as a kidling I was given a Magic Set, the sort of thing you were given when you were liable to use a chemistry set to poison the local vicar or your least favourite teacher. I was not a trusted child. Well, perhaps that was for the best - after all I once painted myself all over with chamomile lotion thinking it would make me invisible and drank foaming bubble bath to try and become Mr Hyde. I was not a trusted child, did I mention?
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Welcome, welcome and roll up one and all!

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